Beach Bod
Beach babe
Ocean breeze
Met with
Ocean waves
The vibrance
The color
The melanin
The color
The expectation
The warped reality
What a trip this was
What a trip I wanted it to be
The sun can fuel your spirit
It can melt away The negativity of your mind
It can do so much if you let it
It also allows you to hide yourself behind the shade or your hands
To escape into hats, mask, and shadows
Tears can fall as you shiver under the breeze of the beach
You have to give to receive
I tried to recieve the light
Without letting go
I asked the sun to wash away my strife
And it required me to offer it up
But instead i received more
I added to my pile of dismay
And let it cook under the pressure of the heat
I clutched onto my layers of aggravation
And added heat
A photo
An image
An idea
An ideal
But a memory
The story behind it
Behind the editing
Behind the “candidacy”
The memory will last
And the longer I ponder on it
The less I’ll remember
The more I recall
The less I’ll get right
So this photo stands
But who knows where this trip will fall
That bitch Barbie has set a tone for me that I haven’t allowed myself to access in awhile. To embrace and evoke the power within me to exude out. I see this divine energy in those around me. I wonder if they feel it oozing in them the way it does me. I wonder if they feel it coming out their pore in the way I see it .
Image
What you see
What others see
What you present
A representation
A symbol of the real thing
A 2-D idea of a 4D concept
A representation
an idea
something we put on
something others put on us
a representation of what we think we are
what we want people to see
what people see
what is seen
something that can be manipulated
something that can be misinterpreted
a face
something to be interpreted
something that may or may not need an explanation
a glimpse
a peek
of something
of nothing
a small dimension
a visual
something to be projected
something to project
a starting point
a midpoint
an endpoint
a snapshot
a thought
?
Why do we care about our images
why do other people care about the images they surround themselves with
how do we let images effect us
what do images invoke
what images do we evoke
how does my existence coincide with my image
what does my image say
what do I want my image to say
how does it make you feel
how does it make me feel
does it matter
why do we think it matters
why do we make people think it matters
what matters
the balance or the imbalance
the presentation or the thing
why does the idea matter more than the truth
does it
to whom does it speak to
to whom does it matter
me or you
why
?
image
likeness
resemblance
depiction
a representation of an external form of a person or thing in art
Nova Rose Greene 👽🖤✨
There would be no need to yell. I don’t work with difficult people .
me:
Love and exchange light everywhere you go.
Be bright in places that are dark
Treat others the way you want to be treated
If you want people to love you
You have to love them.
Make the world a better place
Leave your mark by leaving yourself
Your presence
In the hearts and folds of the world and it’s people
I feel like a blue beam that emits bits of teal and cream
I feel like my source is hot pink
And it’s burns so bright that it appears white
I feel like my innards are exploding
so Over zealous with joyful energy that I can feel the protons and electrons dividing and multiplying
I can feel my muscles twitch and stretch warming up to a pinkish mauve and contorting into a lavender that drips with burnt blood
Blue
Blue
I am feeling blue
Deep deep oceans shades of shimmering mournful illustrious blue
I am feeling like a galaxy
Like a corner of a galaxy
Like the bend of the edge of a galaxy
Turning into the newest movement of the century
I am feeling
A revolution of feelings
I am feeling like something the English language cannot put into words
I am feeling endless and contained
Somersaults
Bommerangs
And aquamarine tangerines
I am feeling blue
But when I look in the mirror
I’m not feeling like anything other than...
My name
I see me
And I see what the world sees
And then I don’t feel like me anymore
Blue became a body
It became skin flesh and bones
Blue is
Not me
I am
Not blue
I am
....
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I have alot of dreams that take places in houses.
I think my brain compartmentalizes things.
into rooms and houses.
Sometimes I travel from house to house.
in dreams
but weird
what I put in what house
and what is this world that is my brain
what is this map?!
where is everything and have I been to multiple places before.
im intrigued by the stories my brain tells
and how it sets them
and how it tells them
Angok Mayen , Sijia Kang & Slick Woods by Marcus Ohlsson for Fenty Beauty SS 19
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